Lyrics

You sure are mighty pretty Dressed up like you're from the city Probably not as Keith Whitley as me Got a dog I call Waylen A hands-on education Few acres worth of farm dirt on these jeans I say, "Yes, ma'am, my name My old truck could use some paint Girl, I only came in here for one or two" Right now, all I see is you smilin' back at me Here goes, I got nothin' to lose All this could be yours if you want it You can drink on it Or slide your hand in mine and you can sign off on it You can take some country home for a kiss All this could be yours I'm a PBR blue-collar A kickback sunset watcher Came pullin' a bobber on a creek And I'm less than outstandin' When it comes to dancin' If you're lookin' for a man with two left feet All this could be yours if you want it You can drink on it Or slide your hand in mine and you can sign off on it You can take some country home for a kiss All this could be yours You can take some country home for a kiss These old boots might be the missin' shoe that fits All this could be yours All this could be yours
Writer(s): Monty Criswell, Philip Eugene O'donnell, Jason Tyler Booth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out